Chapter 39 Roman
ROMAN
Five of them left, including sack-of-shit Callum.
They’re very insistent on protecting him, which only makes me that much more eager to kill him. I dodge away from a knife swipe and bury my blade into the man behind me. He chokes and reaches for his chest.
I kick him back and tear my knife out. It’s slick with blood, and my grip is already not as tight as it would be. The metal mesh protected my vitals from that bullet, but with the cold air and blood loss, I’m already starting to lose my strength.
Gale manages to stand and shouts something that gets muffled by the gag around his mouth, but I understand what he’s getting at. One of the Sub-Rosa guards does too and tries to kick Gale off the boat.
I don’t have time to cut him free, so I chuck my knife at the guard. It pierces his neck, downing him, his throat gushing blood. Jesus, that would’ve been me if I didn’t have the full metal, I muse.
Gale nods at me and quickly sets to cutting his binds with the part of the blade that’s sticking out of the guy’s throat.
Three left.
I turn my focus back to Callum a beat too late. His gun is lined up with my forehead, and a wicked smile curls his lips. He doesn’t waste his breath saying stupid things like his grand design and his plan for my girl. He just pulls the trigger.
My head is thrown back violently.
I hear the sound of a hundred cries, from people I’ve killed—their begging and pained looks when they know I’m not letting them go.
Then I hear Briar. “Roman!”
I firmly plant my boot with a step back and catch myself from falling backward, snapping my eyes to the side and spotting her on a small boat with Callum’s boss. Blood runs hot into my eye as I tilt my head in her direction.
“What… What the fuck?” Callum’s voice quivers as he watches me straighten and pop my neck. “What the fuck are you?” he shouts as he lifts his gun once more.
I bring my forearm down on his elbow so hard that it pops out of its socket.
A manic smile spreads over my lips as I catch his gun and bring it to the bottom of his jaw. “I’m bulletproof, bitch.”